Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Power and Fiery Passion ❯ Deception ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8: Deception

 

 

Vegeta watched from the doorway as Ryujin wandered nude around one of Bulma's old, undamaged labs. Finding the machine she wanted, she turned it on and waited for it to warm up. After four days of being lost in sensation, the feel and taste of her mate, and hours of wild, passionate sex, her rut cycle was over and she was ready to again be clothed.

 

As his mind brushed against her own, she could feel what he felt, and knew exactly what her wandering around naked was doing to him, the pleasure it brought him, which was the main reason she hadn't gone and raided the human's closet for something to wear. She preferred to tease her mate, draw out his pleasure, and so let her tail hang loose, softly swaying behind her as she moved among the machines, as she waited for the one she had turned on to produce a new set of armor to replace what Vegeta had destroyed during their Mating four days ago.

 

"I must say, Vegeta, I am still surprised at the amount of our technology this human woman was able to reproduce." She picked up a scouter and turned it over in her hands as she spoke. "I'd like to take it with us when we leave."

 

"Leave?" He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else, waiting for her to elaborate.

 

She looked away before kneeling before him in Saiyan fashion, her fist over her heart, hiding her embarrassment with ceremony. "I have not been completely honest with you, Your Highness, and for this I must apologize and beg your forgiveness. There is a colony of Saiyans in the Thulian Galaxy, on a planet very similar to our homeworld. Our number is over 500 soldiers and scientists, with a few elites. All were off-planet when Vegeta-sei was destroyed. We have for decades searched the universe for others of our kind that may have survived destruction." As she spoke, she supplied him with images through their bond.

 

"When we learned of your existence, Highness, we were shocked and pleased. Our economy has not been good without a monarch to lead us. I was chosen to come to this planet to chase the stories of our Prince and another, who had both become Legendary, Super Saiyans, the pinnacle of our race. I was to..." she bowed her head further, "I was to confirm the accuracy of these rumors, and to access your sanity before bringing you with me to our colony. I must apologize for this arrogance, Majesty, but this caution was well-placed. We have had to execute many who went insane over years of abuse by other races, combined with the loss of home and species."

 

He felt the sadness that accompanied this last statement, as an image of her own brother, raving, snarling, babbling, wild-eyed and completely insane being held down like a rabid dog as he was killed swiftly and easily, flooded his mind before she could stop it.

 

"We-we would be honored if you would allow me to escort you to our colony, my Prince. My confirmation of your existence, of your sanity, your pride and ascension, has given your people much hope and strength. You would be back among your people, with the status of your birth restored to you, honored, revered, with every right you were born to expect, and we would be most honored, most thankful, My Prince."

 

Vegeta was stunned by this information. A colony of over 500 Saiyans? Why had he heard nothing about this? Had he really cut off so much contact with the rest of the universe? He had thought... had convinced himself that he and Kakarott were the only ones left. He was convinced that no one else had survived; he hadn't even looked for other members of his race. He couldn't have contacted anyone on Freiza's ship without endangering them, and after arriving on Earth, he had simply given up on them. But so many alive, and in one place, on a planet like their homeworld? And so many executed due to insanity.

 

"How many had to be killed?"

 

"One hundred twenty-three, Majesty."

 

"They were elites and first-class, very powerful, and they turned into berserkers, didn't they?"

 

"Yes, Your Highness."

 

The berserker's rage wasn't uncommon in their race, it was almost inevitable with how close they were to their animal ancestors, with bloodlust, bloodthirst, the love of battle and killing and carnage, not to mention the mindless destruction that was Oozaru. It was to be expected that at least a few would become berserkers, fighting their enemy with reckless abandon during battle, but it was when this rage was twisted until they could not tell friend from foe, or when the slightest bit of anger triggered the berserker and endangered those around him that he had to be put down. First-class and Elite berserkers were particularly dangerous, especially without others around of equal or greater strength to neutralize them, to keep them from eliminating the dregs of their race.

 

"Hn."

 

All in all, the elimination of them would be a good thing, it would prevent their offspring from being tainted with the weakness of a berserker's temporary insanity.

 

He focused his attention back on her. She was still kneeling before him, had not moved from the moment she took that position, waiting for leave to rise.

 

"And you, were you sent here, with your rut cycle planned?"

 

Though she remained motionless, he sensed her indignance, hurt and anger flood through the bond.

 

"No, my Prince. I disobeyed a direct order because of the rut. It was not planned. My cycle was not due for another 14 months, at least. I was ordered to ask you, beseech you, and escort you back to the colony unchanged. Rut changed that, forced me to disobey. I had no other choice."

 

He nodded, and understood. Rut was undeniable, especially when it occurred out of cycle.

 

"I have a hard time believing that with a bond as strong as ours that you could even think of accusing me of such a thing." She glared up at him.

 

"I have a hard time believing that with a bond as strong as ours that you could, for four days, hide something as grand as this from me."

 

"In case you don't remember, we were both overcome by rut, the Mating, and a haze of hormones! This is the first time in four days that you and I have been able to talk about something that wasn't directly related to eating, sleeping, or fucking." She was so pissed, she longed to stand and turn away from him, grab her clothes and leave the room. But she remained kneeling. She was his mate, it wasn't required for her to show this level of deference to him, but it needed to be done. He needed to understand what he would be coming back to.

 

"Are you quite finished?"

 

She glared at him, but remained silent.

 

"Good. As much as I enjoy seeing you walk around naked, you should dress before you go out, I don't want anyone else to be able to look upon what is mine. The Woman is dead. Any of this equipment you think is needed, or that you think will help our people, we will take with us. You will send your pod ahead on auto-pilot, to herald our arrival, and we shall travel in my gravity chamber. The day I arrive, I shall wish to inspect our population, then meet with the current government officials, to assess political affairs and economical needs. The day after shall be my coronation and legal declaration of our Mating. After that we will see what needs to be attended." He took a step forward and extended a hand towards her. She took it and stood, only to be pulled into his arms, his rich, spicy scent surrounding her.

 

"I must admit, I am pleasantly surprised. Thank you, Ryujin."

 

* * *

After she dressed, Ryujin relayed Vegeta's message to her superiors through her scouter before beginning to move items out of the various labs and into the gravity chamber.

 

That evening, Ryujin brought up an important point.

 

"What about your son?"

 

"What about him?"

 

"Were you going to bring him with us?"

 

"No. He will remain here until I decide otherwise."

 

"My commander thought it might be a good idea that since we can breed with these humans, and produce powerful offspring, perhaps we could use them to repopulate our species and as servants."

 

He took the scouter from where she had placed it on the table and fitted it over his ear. "What is your commander's name?"

 

"General Toru."

 

He pressed a button on the side of the scouter.

 

"Report, Ryujin," came the gravelly voice through the earpiece.

 

"This is Prince Vegeta. Get me General Toru. Now."

 

"Y-Your Highness!! General Toru's not here at the mom-"

 

"Get him NOW, you imbecile. I don't care if he's fucking the most beautiful female on the planet or in the damned latrine. Fetch him immediately!"

 

"B-but S-sire-" the Saiyan on the other end stammered.

 

"Fool! Have you forgotten where your loyalty lies? You will bring him to the comm immediately or when I arrive, you will be the first to die as an example to all those who chose to forget that I, and only I, am Prince of our race, and as a reminder of what happens to traitors."

 

"Yes, Sire!" And with that, the man fled the comm.

 

Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, watching with a satisfied smirk on his face as Ryujin struggled to regain her composure. Indeed, it would not do for her 'commanding officer' to hear her laughing her ass off as he ripped said commander a new asshole.

 

A moment later, video appeared in the eyepiece of the scouter, and Vegeta could see, as well as hear the disheveled Saiyan in front of the monitor, who had obviously been hastily pulled out of bed.

 

"Yes, Sire, this is General Toru."

 

"General, are you an elite soldier?"

 

"Yes, Sire."

 

"Then how dare you appear before me in that state! An elite soldier's duty is only to the royal family, and is to be ready within a moment's notice, for any reason. If you appear before me again anything less than immaculate, I will have you demoted and discharged from the military, to become a peasant, with no status whatsoever! Is that understood?!"

 

The general noticeably paled and stood up straighter. "Yes, your Highness! I apologize for my appearance. I promise it will not happen again!"

 

"Good." He smirked wider and glanced at Ryujin. "Now I have another question for you, General..."

 

The man visibly swallowed, trying to keep the apprehension off his face.

 

"Why is you insist on bothering my Mate with affairs that are beneath her concern and will be discussed with me, personally, once I arrive?"

 

There was silence on the other end of the line.

 

"That's what I thought. Immediately, you will begin compiling a list of items I need to address or attend to when I arrive. You, personally, will formally greet me when I land, and bring along this list. Then we will attend to the needs of the planet, people, economy, government, etc, etc. Until I arrive on-planet, you will not bother me, or my mate. If there is anything you think merits my immediate attention, leave a message on Ryujin's scouter. Is that clear!?"

 

"Yes, Sire. Crystal clear."

 

"And by the way, General, do not forget, that as my Mate, Ryujin is a princess of the Saiya-jin, and out-ranks you. Do not bother her with trivial matters. You are dismissed."

 

With that, Vegeta switched off the scouter and placed it back on the table as Ryujin lost it and started laughing uncontrollably. "I can't believe--" she gasped. "The look on his face!! Oh, by the Legendary, Vegeta, you just scared the shit out of him and pissed him off to no end! And that barb about me outranking him!!"

 

"He needed to be scared shitless. Him and the other as well. They are lazy, slovenly. A little public humiliation, and the entire colony will straighten up. He will demand it, and the rumors will fly so fast that my people will remember very quickly how… healthy it is for them to regard their monarch with proper respect. Besides, I am the Prince of All Saiyans, and a force to be feared!"

 

Ryujin got up and walked over to him, bringing her face close to his. "Yes, you are. A force not to be crossed, and you are so very good at what you do. At everything you do." At that she pressed against him, kissing him softly, deeply. "And listening to you berate people makes me horny."

 

Vegeta smirked.